" Zev’s heart thumped wildly, and he somehow managed to

increase his speed, running faster than he’d ever previously managed.

Jonah was a big kid, almost as big as Zev. And he was strong. But

shifters were stronger than humans, even when wearing their human

skins. And with three of them surrounding Jonah, he didn’t stand a

chance. Hell, even very few shifters would manage to come out

victorious against those odds.

The sounds of fists hitting bodies intermingled with shouting

ratcheted Zev’s anxiety even higher. Just as he was about to turn the

corner, the noise stopped. That unexpected silence increased the fear

that racked Zev’s body to such high proportions that he thought he

might vomit.

“Get away from….”

Zev’s warning stuck in his throat as he finally managed to get

around the edge of the building to survey the scene in front of him.

Brian was lying on the ground, cradling his arm. A shifter who was two

years older than Zev was flat on his back with his eyes closed. The

third shifter who’d threatened Jonah was holding his nose, trying to

block the blood that poured out from between his fingers. And in the

center of the damage stood Jonah, his fists clenched, face sweaty, blond

hair disheveled, and expression fierce. "

― Cardeno C. , Wake Me Up Inside (Mates, #1)